-
The Art of Assuming Uncertainty Knows, Inhibition Does, and Arbitrariness Cares
I. The dogs of Uncertainty, Inhibition, and Arbitrariness Instinctively sniff around in places they’re not welcome. Arbitrariness is ripping chaotic holes in the lawn, Inhibition is holding unearthed moles by the tail, And Uncertainty is giving them an eye so evil that They resort to playing dead, never to wake up. These dogs have so […]
-
Connecting Sentences Out of the Blue
Dear Diary, It’s hard to discern your knocking from mine when my hands are numb from banging on your windows, begging you to let me in again when the clouds start to obstruct the solid blue sky. I find my mind sneakily stringing vivid words together again as you reluctantly pose as my canvas. Even […]
-
As an Artist, I’m on an Alphabet Soup Diet, and I Am Starving
As an artist, I’m on an alphabet soup diet, and I am starving. I chew and swallow, but the letters get stuck on the way down, caught in a tangle of run on sentences that wraps tighter witheach question mark I dot. The lifting of a spoon to my cracked lips animates my taste buds, […]
-
Haunted By My Phantom Limbs
When we were children, my friend said that she plucks the legs off spiders and watches them try to dance. Even now when I see a spider, I imagine it with a lack of legs, too small to even bleed, bouncing around like a flea. I think when I was younger somebody twisted off the […]